Ramblings of love, politics, happenings, and a mid-mid life crisis

Domestic bliss…

I’m at work today and I receive this email from Joe (which is slightly edited for relevancy)…

I was nuking a sponge, left it in too long and was playing on the computer. I smelled smoke and had to put out a flaming sponge in the microwave. I used water, not the fire extinguisher, because it wasn’t big enough. The microwave seems ok, I am not done cleaning it. I am airing out the house, and I found a replacement microwave for $20 from Charles if we want to do that. Might have to add a microwave to the registry.

P.S. Don’t hate me, and, you were right!

Oh! The shear enjoyment of hearing those three words…’you were right’. That my friends, to me is domestic bliss.

(I decided to post this not only as a public record of my correctness, but also as a shout out to my sister, whose husband is the king of mishaps.)